PUBLISHER: Let me tell you about my best friend
“There is no greater love than to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.” – John 15:13
Sunday we celebrated Easter.
Growing up, Christmas was my favorite holiday. It is for most kids. Wonder why?
As an adult, Easter is my favorite holiday.
I asked my wife, Jane, to marry me on Easter.
In spite of all the pollen, the holiday does usher in warmer weather. Trust me, it’s going to get warmer.
Hunting Easter eggs with my daughter, Lydia, is fun. And seeing her face covered in a chocolate bunny on Easter morning is a blast.
Sharing a meal with family adds a few pounds, but is worth it.
All that is great, but the real reason I love Easter is my best friend.
I grew up knowing this friend, but I never treated him like a friend.
I acknowledged him in college, but we were more of acquaintances.
Another friend gave me a book written by this friend. I already had several copies, but this time I read it.
Bringing in the New Year of 2003, I had a heart to heart with this friend. Since then our relationship has grown each day.
He was there when I was married in 2005 and he’s helped me be a better husband.
He was there in 2008 when my father, Harvey, died after seven months battling a stroke. I had to make a hard decision at the end, but my friend helped me through it.
He was there when Jane and I struggled with infertility for seven years. We had given up on being parents. My friend was instrumental in bringing Lydia into our lives and he helps me be a better father.
As Lydia was born, my mother, Nellie, was entering a nursing home. I’d been assisting her at her home for years. I wanted that to continue, but it wasn’t meant to be.
Today she is immobile with dementia. My friend has been there every step of the way and I draw strength from his presence.
There are so many other times my friend has been there to listen, help and love me through life.
I’ve tried to return the favor. I’ve tried returning the love. I can’t. I fall short every time.
You see, in addition to all this, my friend died to save my life.
My friend’s name is Jesus Christ.
I sin, but He loves me.
I fall short in every way, but He loves me.
He’s blessed me with this job, my wife, my child, my home, food, clothes, everything I need. I was drowning in my sin and He reached out His hand, I took it and He saved me.
When my body fails me, my soul will go on and I’ll celebrate my Friend for all eternity.
I’m at a crossroads in my spiritual walk, but I’m going to follow Him, whichever path He decides for us to take.
That’s why I love Easter, because it’s not just one day, it’s every day for all eternity. As the song says, “He lives, He lives, Christ Jesus lives today. He walks with me and talks with me along life’s narrow way.”
Do you have a friend like mine? He wants to be your friend too. I pray you’ll accept His friendship.
(Brian Whitmore is publisher of The Clinton Chronicle. He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.)